Desired Reality Scripting Template Novels & Stories

I was cruelly removed from my daydream and I turned to her. “I have been calling you all this time and you were not responding.” I tried to fake a smile but I couldn't. Again, I didn't know what to do. Did I have to confront her? No, this was the best way to find out if what I saw there was just me daydreaming and overthinking. It would also help me find out if whatever I saw on King Roshan was only a dream or it was the truth. This would help me find out the truth about myself.

"Sister, please, no more anger. It's all my fault. I'll go and get a divorce from Eric right now." She tried to drag Eric out, but he was having none of it. His brow furrowed, he yanked back Willa, her tears falling like raindrops on pear blossoms. "Go where? Divorce? Over my dead body!" Eric's eyes bore into mine, disappointment etched across his face. "Sylvia, when did you start making such a fuss over nothing? It's just a marriage certificate, meant to make things look more real, more believable. Tell me how many you need, and I'll make them for you. You've become so petty, almost like a shrew who's lost all sense of reason!"

I looked at him coldly and pretended to shake his hand like it's our first meeting. "She's actually my friend, John." Bryan said. "Really? Well.. I guess we'll get a long well." John said and I just smiled to John politely. "We'll start in 20 minutes everyone." Sarah who is in charge of casting said. "Can I have a word with you.. Rosie?" Bryan asked and I nodded lightly. He led me outside the building. "You're Elena Parker, aren't you?" He asked and I looked up to him coldly. "Listen, Bryan. You and I will only talk about work here and I will not answer any question related to other things than work. If you think trying to be friends with me again in this project, burst those bubbles because

He sighed with his eyes closed, and with a brief exhale, his soul poured out. Impermanence Of Reality In these plane, reality isn't real and imaginative. Everything that exists within is not real, reality within the plane is dependent and depends on the imaginations of it inhabitants to manifest. Immediately William intruded the plane's peace, his imaginations marginalised birthing different aspects into reality. Mostly, peace and order.

He reminded me. "Oh, I see." I sighed. Then I continued, "Yeah, I didn't forget about it. But what about the script?" "The script is what you're going to act tomorrow when I introduce you to my mom as my girlfriend." He clarified as he glanced at me. I blinked repeatedly, taking in what he said. "Ahhh, a script for tomorrow's acting," I uttered as I nodded my head in understanding. "A-Alright. I'll text you my email address." I agreed even though I was wondering why we need to have it scripted. Couldn't we just act like a normal sweet couple?

It was beautiful. Perfect. Tempting. “You can be part of this new world,” Melissa said softly. “You and your children. Safe. Loved. No more pain.” The vision showed Raven and Ryker growing up. Playing. Happy. “But to rewrite reality, I need a sacrifice of pure love. You need to CHOOSE to die. Not for me. For your children. To give them a world where none of this pain ever happened.” The vision faded. “You have until the full moon. Three days. Decide.”

"Then my own treasury will assume the total liability, Director. My claws will maximize their speed during the scroll execution. However, if our outdoor simulation exceeds the planned sun-markers, my private pouch will settle every single gold shard of the extra rental f*e." I burst into a loud, mocking roar of laughter. "Are your senses completely functional, Master Sterling? My network checked your file. You possess absolute zero filming metrics. Before arriving in the Condex sector, your beast did nothing but hunt rabbits in a mud village! Do you even comprehend what a promotional scroll requires? It is not a static portrait. Your frame must completely meld with the wilderness environment

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

I’m standing in the hallway, soaked already — not from rain, but from pure anxiety sweat — while holding a script Ethan gave me. Yes. A script. It’s titled: “Episode 14 — The Rain Scene: An Exercise in Emotional Realism.” He even added scene directions. Scene: Rooftop. Mood: Yearning. Lighting: Natural tears from heaven. Who writes like this?! I peek into his office — and there he is. Ethan Jang. CEO. Billionaire. Closet K-drama maniac. Standing by the window, staring dramatically into the rain like he’s waiting for the OST to start.